The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 22

After getting back to the apartment, I’d barely set down my things before my phone began to ring. I groaned, not having the patience for any human interaction. It didn’t help that the plane ride home had left me exhausted.

With a sigh, I grabbed it from out of my bag. I barely registered the name on the screen before I thoughtlessly picked up the call.

“Hello?” I said, dropping my keys on the counter. I hurried over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “This is Evie.”

“Hi, Evie,” Timothy’s voice came through and I nearly dropped the bottle of fruit juice I had grabbed.

I placed the container on the counter and cleared my throat. “Timothy. Hi.”

“Sorry, this is sudden. Considering I just saw you,” he said with a laugh. “I was wondering if you had time this week to discuss the case a bit further?”

“Of course.” I grabbed a glass from the pantry and filled it up with the juice. “Just give me a time, and I’ll likely be free.””

He hummed thoughtfully. “Tonight at four sound good? At the firm?”

“Sounds perfect.” I took a sip of my juice and cringed at how squeaky my voice had sounded.

“Great,” he said, then there was a pause. It seemed neither of us was ready to hang up, at least immediately.

Finally, I spoke up, taking advantage of the silence. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Hm?”

“For yesterday. With my panic attack…you helped a lot.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I could envision the smile that he had grown just based on his tone. “It was no problem,” he said gently.

My grip tightened on my phone and I pressed it closer to my ear. “I’ll talk to you later.”

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good rest of your day,” he

down onto the kitchen floor and pulled my knees. to my chin. I had

my phone went off again and another text from Bruce flashed across the screen. I opened the text up

ignore me, Coco. I’m playing nice for now, but don’t step

pixelated words sat on my screen. There had been several others he

lovely

I’m not into making calls, bad reception

Coco.

the screen. Part of me wanted to respond and tell him to back

that way.

steadying my breaths as they grew shallower. Even from afar, Bruce managed to make me feel disgusted with myself. Wherever he was, darkness followed

wanted to consume me, with every twisted

a harsh knock at my door. The sound alone. made me jump and drop my cellphone. It seemed far–fetched,

across the kitchen floor and opened the bottom pantries, then pulled out one of the thin skillets. Slowly, I hauled myself up and made my way over to the front

and opened the door, surprising the man on the other side. There was barely any

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porch before being

my eyes and stumbled backward, barely catching myself on the wall. It takes a few blinks before the man is clear again, this

stubble under his chin. He had a camera dangling from his neck and a notebook tucked under his arm. “We

an ‘Evie‘ specifically?”

the woman Timothy apologized to. We’ve been looking around trying to find her, but some guy was generous enough to clue us in,” the

I could feel my head starting to spin, having all those eyes watching

were tents set up on the grass and blankets strewn about. They had even set up a small campfire where two reporters were

you camping here?”

not way that other news station’s going to get the scoop before we

people can’t be serious!” I cried

me, his camera now trained on my face like. an

face before he could get any closer, then locked the door. for security. I knew the press was fierce when it came to a good story,

it was

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